'The rest of the message is still coming?

'Yes, sir. But the gist is there.

The Major left and Wellington leaned back in his chair. The news had been bad, Sharpe could tell, but not, perhaps, unexpected. He remembered that Wellington had once said that running a campaign was like driving a team of horses with a rope harness. The ropes kept breaking and all a General could do was tie a knot and keep going. A rope was unravelling, here and now, an important one, and Sharpe watched the fingers drum on the edge of the table. The eyes came up to Sharpe again, flicked to Lawford.

'Colonel?

'Sir?

'I am borrowing Captain Sharpe from you, and his Company. I doubt whether I need them for more than one month.

'Yes, my lord. Lawford looked at Sharpe and shrugged.

Wellington stood again. He seemed to be relieved, as if a decision had been made. 'The war is not lost, gentlemen, though I know my confidence is not universally shared. He sounded bitter, angry with the defeatists whose letters home were quoted in the newspapers. 'We may bring the French to battle, and if we do we will win. Sharpe never doubted it. Of all Britain's generals this was the only one who knew how to beat the French. 'If we win we will only delay their advance. He opened a map, stared at it blankly, and let it snap shut again into a roll. 'No, gentlemen, our survival depends on something else. Something that you, Captain Sharpe, must bring me. Must, do you hear? Must.

Sharpe had never heard the General so insistent. 'Yes, sir.

Lawford coughed. 'And if he fails, my lord?

The wintry smile again. 'He had better not. He looked at Sharpe. 'You are not the only card in my hand, Mr Sharpe, but you are… important. There are things happening, gentlemen, that this army does not know about. If it did it would be generally more optimistic. He sat down again, leaving them mystified. Sharpe suspected the mystification was on purpose. He was spreading some counter-rumours to the defeatists, and that, too, was part of a general's job. He looked up again. 'You are now under my orders, Captain Sharpe. Your men must be ready to march this night. They must not be encumbered with wives or unnecessary baggage, and they must have full ammunition.